The Long-Awaited Heir

Chapter 325 He Killed My Son

Inside the foyer of the Borges House, the day unfolded with Vanda's post-lunch nap and her subsequent descent down the stairs, preparing to tackle the dishes used for lunch.

"I still can't get used to having a housekeeper," she remarked to herself, musing over the newfound luxury.

Just then, the intercom rang, interrupting her thoughts.

"Hello?" she answered, approaching the intercom.

"It's Ron, Vanda," Ronaldo's voice came through.

"Just a minute!" she replied, releasing the automatic gate to allow Ronaldo in.

Moments later, she greeted him at the door with a warm smile. "Ron, good afternoon. How can I help you? Or do I really need to ask?" she teased.

"No, you don't need to ask," Ronaldo chuckled in response.

"Patty is in her room," Vanda informed him, giggling.

"Great. I need to talk to her in the kitchen," Ronaldo said, getting straight to the point.

Vanda nodded, agreeing to call her daughter down. She ascended the stairs to Patricia's bedroom.

In Patricia's room, she lay on her